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God is a Stronghold and a Tower,A Help that never faileth,A covering Shield, a Sword of power,When Satan’s host assaileth.In vain our crafty foeStill strives to work us woe,Still lurks and lies in waitWith more than earthly hate;We will not faint, nor tremble.

Frail sinners are we: naught remainsFor hope or consolation,Save in His strength Whom God ordainsOur Captain of salvation.Yes, Jesus Christ aloneThe Lord of hosts we own,God ere the world began,The Word-made-flesh for man,Still conquering, and to conquer.

Though fiercely strive the hosts of illWithin us, and around us,With fiendish strength, and fiendish skill,Yet ne’er may they confound us.Man’s night of dark despair,When storm clouds fill the air,In God’s triumphal hour,The noonday of His power,One word, and He prevaileth.